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two things either made my heart stop. one; the death-defying 70 foot drop onto an old net, or two; his hand. im gonna go with the first one, although his hand was pretty welcoming, and so was his bod-

shutup, max. nows not the time and place.

geesh, sorry.

"what? you get pushed?" he raised an eyebrow, only giving me time to forcfully crack out a 'no.' he grabbed my arm, pulling me off the net by my armpits like i weighed nothing.

he pulled me off the net and set me on the ground, even though i was fully capable of getting off myself, i accepted the gesture. after all, he was really good looking, although his hands are freezing. thats not very werewolf like, were always warm.

strange.

maybe he has a rare condition.

eh.

i smelt a faint trace of vanilla and lilacs, but it wasnt very strong. probably perfume. i stared at his beautifully sculpted face. if im being honest, he could easily pass as a god.

he was at least 6'5, maybe taller, the tallest out of all the guys i've seen so far. he has huge biceps and may i add, a hard ass chest. i know because i accidentally touched his chest as he was getting me off the net.

does he workiout or what?

oh, max.

he raised his eyebrow, "name?" he still had a hold on my hand, and i was actually okay with some guy holding my hand for the first time in a while.

his voice was masculine and demanded authority and obedience, yet maybe if he smiled and talked a little quieter he would be alot less intimidating and look a little more at peace because right now he looks stressed as hell.

careful max.

why?

just be careful.

his eyes changed color for a split second as he stared at me, barley even seen, and i wondered what the color meant, but i wasnt asking. nala said to be careful and i completly trust her with my life.

he held himself high and stood straight, looking alert. i felt as if i even moved he'd tackle me or something. lets just say he looked really tense and uptight, but it was hot. he looked like a disappointed dad, and trust me, i would know.

"its m-" my voice faded.

"is it a hard one?" he raised his eyebrows, sending me an angry look. his voice was a voice a leader should have, hopefully he is the leader.

"you can pick a new one if you want, but make it good, you dont get to pick again." he stared straight into my eyes as i looked down, mumbling a few okays, trying to decide. i mean, i could never change it again.

get in control, max.

"uh...okay," i looked around to avoid his hard stare, and also to see if anyone to help me from this situation, "my names max, yeah, max."

i shook my head slightly, feelimg confident in my name, his eyes catching mine. he growled quietly and his pupils dialated. he tilted his head to the right, like a puppy.

a cute puppy.

max!

he gave me a look of (what i thought was) disgust, looking me up and down quickly, "first jumper, max." his voice was even more powerful louder, even some of the dauntless flinched alittle.

he looked back to me, nodding slightly. his face showed no emotion, other then a smile starting to form, "welcome to dauntless." the smile that wasnt even fully developed faded as he stared at me in disgust once again.

did we do something wrong?

no, hes a douche.

nala took control as we stared at him back, pushing some of our anger towards him forwards. our eyes made eye contact and he flinched back as soon as put gazes met.

serves him right.

the elecricity was gone as he removed his hand and pushed me away to the other group of orginal dauntless's who cheered for the first jumper. i growled, stumbling back a bit just as i regained my balance.

dauntless members cheered away but i couldnt help but watch as he walked away.

careful max.

i know, i know.